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The M.L.E. Squad by harrypotterfreak1414

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,477

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: General, Mystery, Action/Adventure
Characters: Moody, Skeeter, OtherCanon
Pairings: Ron/Hermione

First Published: 01/04/2009
Last Chapter: 03/07/2009
Last Updated: 03/07/2009


Hermione threw the paper across the table laughing inside at it's contents. Rita Skeeter had actually told the truth, the ministry was actually running out of Hit Wizards and Witches and no where was safe.

One little article can change everything, it can be the difference between life and death, especially what one chooses to do with said article.

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Chapter 1: Your safety is in jeopardy!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK rules the world. (seriously, I don't own Harry Potter but JK does own the Book world!)


With the recent crime and Death Eater rates sky-rocketing the Ministry is in desperate need of Hit witches and wizards. The magical law Enforcement Squad has acquired several new Hit Wizards and Witches “but it is still not enough!” an inside source says. With the high demand in Hit wizards and Witches the Prime Minister has agreed to raise the Hit wizards and Witches salary by thirty percent and pay for all medical expenses while living in London.

Kingsley Shacklebolt [our current Prime Minister] attended a conference in Bulgaria yesterday in hopes of persuading some Hit Wizards and witches to transfer to England under certain circumstances.

“England is a beautiful country that you’ll enjoy every minute. We have raised the salary by thirty percent and you will be provided with a broomstick, and will have a bed reserved at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. 

Our requirements have been lowered to five owls instead of six and one must be Defence against the Dark Arts [for obvious reasons]. The age restriction is Seventeen years and older. 

Once accepted into our exceptional program you will continue defensive training by learning defensive charms and counter-curses and how to restrain criminals without attracting the attention of Muggles. I am personally concerned for every single member’s safety, and we will do our absolute best to make your transition over to England as comfortable as possible.”

While over in Bulgaria the Minister successfully acquired two Hit Witches and four Hit Wizards; those numbers are still not enough to keep the people safe. With [You-Who-Who] gaining power and more followers daily the ministry is finding it hard to keep up with all of it. 

Head Auror; Alastor Moody comments on the Ministers methods, “Constant Viligance!” He says several times during the interview; according to Moody the Prime Minister is not taking the extreme measures necessary. “We need them today, not tomorrow.” He tells our reporter. Why such a sudden need for Hit Wizards and Witches? 

Wouldn’t you think that the ministry would have solved this problem long ago by hiring Hit Wizards and Witches all year long instead of being forced to turn to other countries for support? Was someone sleeping when they realized that there were only two dozen Hit Wizards and Witches scattered throughout Britain?

“Our safety is being jeopardized by someone else’s stupidity.” The owner for Flourish and Blotts [Jim Hangelfield] tells us. “Why should we just sit here and wait for [You-Know-Who] to come for us. The ministry has plenty of Aurors and other qualified witches and wizards that could easily step up and take the position. They don’t want to; even high officials are scared of becoming a Hit Witch or Wizard for obvious reasons.”

The expectations of Hit Wizards and Witches are just too high to be met. Reportedly Hit Wizards and Witches work around 65 hours a week, and compared to the average full time position at only 35 hours it’s nearly double what the average person works.

“They are constantly stressed, and under pressure with this job and they are away from home for most of the week,” the wife of a Hit Wizard tells us, “every time they walk out the door they are putting their life on the line for others. They should be recognized throughout the community and they should be given the respect they deserve. Our Ministry needs to change this before anything else happens.”

Do we need a new system to protect the Wizards, Witches and Muggles in Britain? Absolutely, and the Prime Minister needs to fix this before more innocent victims are murdered in the hands of the enemy.



I placed the now cold cup of coffee on the counter as I folded the paper and flung it across the kitchen table leaving it open so that Harry and Ron could take a look at the too truthful article Skeeter wrote. Who knows, it was probably her first.

I laughed at the thought, because I was probably right. I walked over to the window in the living room across from the kitchen and glanced down at the busy street. I watched as women held their purses and bags tight to their chest for fear that they would be robbed. I looked at the many “Closed” signs strewn about the road. 

Everyone knew that the looming war was quickly approaching and with all of the attacks and disappearances even the muggles were scared for their lives. Who could blame them, their family and friends were suddenly “disappearing” and dying without a cause or reason. Only the few who carried a wand in their belt knew the truth.

I shook my head and watched as a shop keeper argued with a costumer about the price raise on milk. This was getting out of control, but of course wars wouldn’t happen if everything was in control.

I hated the fact that I couldn’t walk down the street without fearing for my life. I hated the fact that I constantly thought about the safety of my friends and family. This war was something that had to happen, yet at the same time the sensitive side of me was saying “make peace, not war” And I was involved in the middle of the war!

For my whole life as a witch I have been living in a place where nowone is safe. I have spent the past several years encountering werewolves, vampires, trolls, and even a few magical creatures that were undiscovered, and with every passing year there was this void inside of me.

It was like this war was slowly tearing my walls down, and piece by piece, and limb by limb this was will no doubt consume my life. Whether that is physically or emotionally I knew that I wouldn’t come out the same person I went in as. And it would be a drastic change. I had researched what the effects of war, torture and the loss of other could do to a person and the outcome was never beneficial.

I let my mind wander to what the future would bring. Would I be happy? Would I even be alive? Would Harry and Ron be happy and alive? I didn’t know the answers to those questions and I hated that. I tried not to think about questions that I didn’t know the answer to, but my curiosity and stubbornness always got the best of me.

This war was going to be the death of us all if we didn’t choose the right time to act. Just as I started to close the curtains I heard and saw a loud explosion happen no less than 20 feet away from the window.

It happened out of thin air, and as I stood there dumbfounded and completely helpless without my wand I let my stress lines fade away. As another, closer explosion blew my window into a million, tiny shards that cut my face, arms and legs. I inhaled a deep breath before I was blown backwards by the force of the explosion that was caused by the people who wanted me dead from the beginning.

I had always known this war would be the end of me, I just hoped that it wouldn’t be for the ones I loved.



Ron wiped the tears that streaked down his filthy, dusty face. For the past three hours he had been searching for any signs that Hermione might have left before she was attacked, but with the explosion being so close and powerful it left almost nothing to salvage. As he was just about to give up and leave the place where his best friend died a neatly folded newspaper under the broken kitchen table caught his eye.

“How would this survive?” He wondered out loud as he picked up the chard newspaper was dusted the front off. His eyes softened as he read the caption, “Ministry short on Hit Wizards and Witches! Is your safety in jeopardy?”

His only reply was a quiet, “absolutely,” before he tucked the newspaper under his arm and walked out of the destroyed home where his best friend had died earlier that week. Life can be cruel, but all you have to do is learn to move on.

Everyone’s safety was in jeopardy, and it seemed that only Ron and Harry were left to stop the madness that had surrounded their lives for the past several years. It would come to an end, soon.

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